Intro.
~Pandora's POV~
Yay, I have to move. How fun is this? Moving to a town I have never even heard of before, in Canada. Some place called 'Whitechapel', even the name sounds stupid. Probably full of old people and creepy weirdo's. I'm probably gonna hate my life there, I have to leave my closest friends because my dad wants me to 'experience' new things. Like, come on, when have I ever wanted to experience anything new? I'd rather just stay in my room and play my electric guitar for God's sakes. Oh yeah, and my name's Pandora. I know, creepy name, it doesn't even suit me to be honest. My dad gave me the name, after my mother was ill when she gave birth to me. But luckily, I had turned out fine. My mother passed away three months later, leaving my dad to take care of me. To me, he is my everything. My hope, my luck, my protector, my saviour, my bestfriend, and most importantly, my beloved dad. And 15 years on, he is still all of those today. I had packed my bags and headed down the stairs, ready to leave Brooklyn once and for all. Oh how I'm gonna miss New York, stupid Whitechapel. Why did my father even have to get the idea. "Pandora! Hurry up we'll miss our flight." I heard my dad call as I got every last thing from my room into my luggage bag. I took a moment to say goodbye to it, I had so many great memories here, all of my birthday sleepovers, all of my memories with my friends, where I first started playing my guitar, everything. Now, I have to let it all go for some stupid new place. Seriously, I'm fifteen! My dad has some pretty stupid, crazy ideas. But, I have to follow along one way or another. I pulled all my luggage outside on the grass, as I said my last goodbye to the beloved house I had spent most of my life in, damn I'm gonna cry. I dumped all my things in the boot, then jamming it shut while getting in the car. Then, the taxi started driving off as I waved goodbye to the house in the distance. I'm really gonna miss that place.
~Pandora's POV~
FINALLY we're almost there, that stupid plane took forever took move its wings. Just like two more roads to drive down and we've arrived, hooray. I miss Brooklyn already. We ended up parking outside of the house, it looked crooked and old, I sighed as I knew this wasn't gonna go well. I jumped out of the taxi, I pulled the boot up and grabbed all my things, I could feel a short person coming towards me from behind. For some reason I could feel her presence, what? I turned around and saw a small, old, wrinkled lady who came to greet me and my dad. "Hello, there. I was just doing my gardening when I saw you pull up. Are you two the new neighbours?" She asked while shaking my fathers hand kindly. He nodded his head and told her his name, "I'm david, nice to meet you." then she turned and asked what my name was, I smiled gently and said "hi, my name is Pandora" I shook her hand too. "Pandora eh? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady." I grinned and thanked her. She seemed nice, no weirdness from any other people yet but I did get a strong, strange feeling from her. Again, what the hell is going on with these feelings?! I shrugged it off as my dad opened the door, I raced up stairs taking all my luggage with me. I pushed open my bedroom door, it didn't look that bad, it sure needed decorating though, like I was really gonna stay in a dump like this. I looked at myself in the mirror that were the doors to my massive wardrobe. Saying to myself, "this, is gonna be a looooong week."